Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 356 A genuine giant-king duel IV

As the blood haze swirled around her, Elanor's figure began to grow blurry.

In that split second, both Lokiviria and Bluehide briefly lost their target. When Elanor's form solidified again, six arrows shimmering with a crimson glow were already flying through the air. Their marks were the leaders of the Northern Coalition—all of them, including Orion, were in the line of fire.

"Watch out!"

At this critical moment, the smaller head of the ogre suddenly shouted, warning everyone. On the battlefield, Orion and several others quickly mustered portions of their transcendent power to block the blood-tainted arrows.

Clang!

While controlling the Eightfold Spear Barrage, Orion also raised his trident to knock aside and extinguish Elanor's blood arrows. But right then, a shadow appeared behind Orion without a sound, thrusting a dagger straight at his heart.

Crack!

The attack was so sudden that even Orion couldn't react in time. The layer of ice armor surrounding Orion instantly shattered, crystals of ice clattering to the ground. At the same time, he was thrown forward by the force of the dagger's impact.

"What… How is this possible?!"

"You're not dead!"

"That armor…what the hell are you wearing?!"

The voice came from Blood Elf Faelar. Moments earlier, while Ironhoof had been nocking an arrow to intercept Elanor's blood bolts, Faelar slipped into the shadows, vanishing before Ironhoof's eyes with a secret technique. Unlike Elanor—who excelled at traditional Elven archery—Faelar specialized in daggers and enjoyed striking from the shadows.

Their plan seemed foolproof: with Elanor's support, Faelar's assassination of Orion should have been successful. The Blood Elves had arranged this behind the scenes, determined to guarantee that the giant Balor would triumph over Orion.

Put simply, they didn't want the giants of Starveil to side with the Northern Coalition.

Yet neither Faelar nor Elanor had anticipated that the armor Orion wore could defend against a Legendary-level assassin's sneak attack.

Off in the distance, Orion steadied himself, then glared at Faelar with fierce hatred blazing in his eyes—and, underneath it all, a hint of relief. Arthas's gift had indeed proven its worth.

"Damn you, Blood Elves. How dare you interrupt my ceremony!"

"Anyone who breaks the rules will be smashed to pieces!"

From across the battlefield, the Giant King Balor let loose a guttural, savage roar. He sounded furious, his words dripping with murderous intent.

Normally, Orion's Eightfold Spear Barrage would have held Balor in check, but the sudden attack had knocked Orion away, giving Balor time to free himself. However, instead of striking Orion, Balor now focused his rage on Faelar.

"Orion, our ritual was disrupted—this breach of etiquette demands a sacrifice to wash away our disgrace. And this damned Blood Elf will serve perfectly!"

As he spoke, Balor unleashed a surge of Abyssal energy, hoisting what remained of his spiked club and charging straight at Faelar.

"This giant's ritual really does call for a sacrifice."

Getting ambushed like that had enraged Orion, and though he'd taken some precautions, he never expected such a vicious assault.

"WAAAGH!" Lightning crackled as Orion lunged at Faelar.

"Balor, have you lost your mind?!" Faelar shouted, voice tinged with panic. "I did this for you, for Starveil Giants, for the greater war effort!"

With two giant kings coming at her, Faelar sensed the looming shadow of death. "Ms. Elanor, help me! Ms. Elanor…!" She kept trying to plead with Elanor for rescue while explaining herself to Balor.

But Lokiviria and Bluehide were nobody's fools. Seeing the enraged Balor turn on the Blood Elves, they were happy to join in. They attacked Elanor with renewed vigor, leaving her fighting for her own life. She had no time to save Faelar.

Back at the focal point of the battleground, Balor was closing in on Faelar. She kept dodging, hoping to find a chance to slip back into the shadows. Balor, however, gave her no such opening. The second Orion joined in with his lightning form, Faelar had even fewer options. Pinned between Orion and Balor, she avoided death by a hair's breadth multiple times.

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"Spectral Blood Blast!"

Suddenly, Faelar's entire form dissolved into a dense swirl of blood. The blood mist seethed and compressed before erupting in a massive explosion. Orion and Balor emerged from the smoke moments later, transcendent power crackling around them—both had escaped serious harm.

Simultaneously, they looked up at a floating mass of blood mist in the sky. Within that swirling haze, Faelar's body was beginning to take shape again. Clearly, that explosion had been nothing but a ruse. She hadn't dared to actually self-destruct.

Then came a sharp whoosh: a flaming arrow soared right into the blood mist, piercing Faelar's body. In an instant, flames spread across her form.

"You're done for!"

"You left me behind—treated me like I was just a bystander to watch your show?!"

"You think you can look down on a centaur?!"

It was Ironhoof. Enraged at being ignored—and thus insulted—he refused to show mercy. In the culture of the centaurs, anyone who slighted them paid the ultimate price.

With a roar of thunder, Orion transformed back into lightning and dived into the blazing blood mist. Sparks crackled across the sky, and a few seconds later, he reemerged, clutching a Lord's Stone in his hand.

The first Legendary-level casualty of the southern and northern war had fallen in the western theater: Blood Elf Faelar.

"Faelar!"

In the distance, Blood Elf Elanor let out a heart-wrenching shriek as she struggled against Lokiviria and Bluehide's combined assault.

"Ha ha ha… Little Blood Elf, I'm gonna tear you to shreds! Then I'll offer you to my giant friend—maybe you'll bear him a bunch of babies." Explore more at novelbuddy

"Let's see, what would you call a child of a giant and a Blood Elf, huh? A 'giant elf'? Or maybe a 'blood giant'?"

Blood Elf Faelar's death was a windfall for the Northern Coalition. Losing a Legendary fighter drastically tipped the scales in their favor.

Ogre Aldous was practically beside himself with excitement, allowing his larger head to unleash its raw physical might while his smaller head kept up a nonstop verbal barrage, taunting Elanor with gleeful, foulmouthed insults.